EXT. SUBURBIA - NIGHT
has a bottle of wine, some sandwiches, a Walkman. Suddenly
the lights turn on.
Rough day at the office Mrs. Dunleavy?
(takes bite of sandwich)
Well you'll feel better once you slip
Oh my G-D, yes! I wish you would let me
use my hands. Heh heh heh heh...
He sips some wine.
revealing a nice bra.
Looks like Victoria just told me her
the words as he goes.
Thursday the ninth, eight-thirty p.m.,
first brassiere sighting...
Young Scottie Dunleavy. What
unfortunate timing. You mother was just
Yes, yes, I'm sure you tied many great
knots today or whatever. Now get out.
The son, not going anywhere, sits in a chair.
Now what. This simply won't do.
Hello, Scottie. Why don't you go
downstairs like a good boy and let your
mother freshen up.
Who is this?
wants to see if your mother's panties
match her bra.
Oh my G-D Scottie. Is there a man up
The peeper gets nervous.
Tell her no. Tell her it's just a big
to the ground with a thud.
Mrs. Dunleavy, please come help me. And
wear your bikini.
out the window. It lands on top of the peeper. He's dead.
INT. HOLE - DAY
screaming like a five-year old girl.
We see the GATE/WALL OF FLAMES. We hear screaming. Wham!
a heap in a shallow pit of coals.
fire wall at different levels. (NOTE: All the arrivals
clothes are now burned & shredded).
Am I in hell?
What do you think?
leave the peeper in the pit and tilt up to...
MATTE PAINTING HELL
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